i dreamt of you every night
to watch your soul die within my arms
they write songs about the one that got away
i remember the day, the moment i took your life and held upon it
the angels float, the demons look from down low
i once felt whole, but looking at the moon — i knew
i could take your life and never think twice
the way you held those walls, how you threw the ball
i’m not small and petit, i don’t stand at your knees
i won’t kiss your feet, but i’ll romp in your heat
in the eve, i’ll kill with sweet revenge
it’ll be halloween when i take your spleen and lick the blood
obscene the way i slice your achilles and ask you to walk
how i’ll sew your mouth and then ask you to talk
the way you did when you dragged me around the block
just to watch like a hawk